The Lone Musician
By Mystik Amethyst
Introduction
I decided to edit a few chapters… Spelling errors an such. *shudder*
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: This is the first boring disclaimer. I don't own DMC. There.
She's a girl. An ordinary girl, I guess. A girl with a dream.
Ever since she was little, she has dreamed about being a musician. Singing in a band, playing piano... Guitar... It didn't matter to her. This is the story of her and her musical journey. Alone at times. Scared for awhile. Partying like there was no tomorrow. But, all the while... There was always someone behind her to keep her standing.
She woke up. Saw that the TV was on again. Must've been up watching something. Oh well. She'd already forgotten what she was doing last night always. She pushed away the covers, she was still cold but the she didn't bother with it. The found the strength to pull herself out of bed and turn off that stupid TV. She still was contemplating why in the heck she was watching cartoons in the first place. Better not try. A headache began to pound in her thoughts.
" Well, better drag my sorry butt to class... I don't want those stupid teachers yelling at me again... Actually, I could care less..." she mumbled to herself, stretching almost cat-like and pulling on a black, long sleeve shirt with a barn red t-shirt over that. Then came those baggy jeans she was always wearing, pulling a belt around her waist and shoving a baseball cap on her head and pulling on a pair of sneakers. She heard a loud ring and walked outside of her apartment.
" Aw crap..." she muttered. Class had JUST started. Looked like she'd be late for her physics class. Again. Some up there must've liked her for getting her apartment so close to her school. She grabbed her backpack and launched out of the door and off the balcony and down to the common grounds, where she saw students flirting, talking, and beating each other down. Heck, she wanted to watch, amused, but she had a class to get to. Mr. Tanagachi would be soooo ticked.
" Ms. Lazul! Where have you been?!" Mr. Tanagachi scolded.
" Whatever Tanagachi... Shut up..." she mumbled dryly, sitting down.
" How would you like detention young lady!"
Her eyes brightened.
" How would you like me to kick so hard your grandchildren will be born bruised?" she muttered, smirking. He snarled at her and continued with his lesson. He never doubted her. She'd done it once before.
On the way home, she was stopped by a "friend" of hers.
"HEY LAZUL! WAIT UP!" he yelled. She rolled her eyes and turned around.
" What?" she asked, quite angry that he'd distracted her thoughts. He handed her a flyer. She took it and looked it over carefully. Her eyes widened and a smile swept across her face. She nodded to him and he took off, as she continued to walk home and looks down at the paper. It was a flyer for a band having audition, which seemed to be called Devil May Cry. Interesting name, she thought.
But this is just the beginning...
